

"One day before my wedding, my best friend sends me a marriage document. He is the groom. The bride is Sloane—the woman who is supposed to marry me tomorrow. Sloane does not apologize. She claims she only married Derek temporarily to help him escape a family-arranged engagement. Once they divorce, she says, our wedding can still happen. But they do not even wait. They take over the wedding I spent three months planning—the venue, the lights, the ceremony, even the dress I helped choose. And when I refuse to attend, Derek threatens my seriously ill mother. They expect me to do what I have done for seven years: stay quiet, clean up their mess, and forgive them. So on the wedding day, I take my place at the control booth. When the ballroom screens come alive, the guests do not see a romantic wedding film. They see every lie, every hidden trip, and every piece of evidence proving their betrayal. They stole my wedding. Now I am going to make sure they remember it for the rest of their lives."

It was Thanksgiving. Bianca, the former high school queen bee, was getting married. She sent an e-invite to our private school group chat, tagging everyone. I was going to ignore it. Then, she @’d me directly: "Alessia, I know you faked your wealthy background in high school to show off. But I'm the bigger person. I'll let you come tomorrow. See what a real mafia wedding looks like." Her minions quickly chimed in. "You're too generous, Bianca! No wonder you're marrying into the inner circle of the Castiglione family. You even forgave a vain fake like Alessia!" "Alessia? At a mansion wedding? She'll just humiliate herself if she shows up." The chat was filled with trash talk, but Bianca played the saint. "Let it go, guys. It's in the past. She has nothing anyway. Let's not be hard on her." Right on cue, everyone praised her noble heart. I lay in my husband's massive, cold bed. My fingertips traced the family crest on the silk sheets. His crest. The most feared mafia Godfather in North America. I let out a cold laugh. Back then, she stole my Vitali family name. She turned me, a real mafia princess, into a pathetic wannabe. She made me a target for bullying and humiliation. I opened the e-invite. My eyes narrowed. The venue was my family's estate in the Hamptons. And the groom in the photo looked awfully familiar. Short hair, hooked nose, a scar on his chin. Wasn't that Nico? My husband Rocco's driver? A slow smirk touched my lips. A bloodthirsty glint flashed in my eyes. I grabbed the burner phone Rocco left on the pillow. I texted his private number: "Your lapdog is acting up on my turf." Then I replied in the group chat: "Sure. I'll be there.

Seven years into our engagement, Riccardo Mazzoni turns our wedding into a mock divorce ceremony as some kind of sick joke. Instead of screaming or throwing a fit, I simply stand there, calm and silent. And just like that, I'm completely done with him. His men all around us erupt in laughter. "Elena Leone, the Don is just messing with you. You're not actually mad, are you?" I don't say a word. The laughter dies down, and the church becomes dead silent. Riccardo drops his smirk, walks up to me, and gently strokes my cheek. "What's wrong, Elena? Are you really mad?" As I look up to meet his gaze, I suddenly remember the conversation I overheard between him and his men last night. "Don Mazzoni, are you really going through with this? Aren't you afraid Elena will leave you if you make a fool out of her?" Riccardo lets out a scoff. "I promised Sofia Coppola I'd prank Elena at our wedding. Once the prank is over, I'll make it up to Elena with the most extravagant wedding imaginable. "She's been with me for seven years. We love each other too much for her to leave me." Right now, I just stare at him. I then tear off my veil. "A divorce ceremony, huh? Then by all means, continue."

On Tyson Jordan’s wedding day, his sister, Taylor, returns from abroad to celebrate, only to be mistaken by his fiancée for his secret pregnant lover. Despite Taylor's attempts to clarify the misunderstanding, the fiancée harbors resentment and deliberately causes Taylor's miscarriage. When Tyson learns the truth, he vows to seek revenge for his sister, compelling his fiancée’s family to face the consequences of her reckless actions.

In her past life, Amanda Parker cared for her in-laws for fifty years, only discovering before her death that her husband had deceived her—he gave her university spot to his widowed sister-in-law, who even impersonated Amanda’s military commander parents! Reborn with bitter resentment, Amanda refuses to be a doormat this time. She exposes her scumbag husband, his mistress, and her terrible in-laws. Eventually, Amanda not only gets her revenge but marries a high-ranking official and lives happily ever after.

At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"

Three years into my marriage with Dominick, Gia, his stepsister, sent me a video clip out of nowhere. I tapped on the video, only to find Dominick tying his stepsister to the bedpost with the tie I had given him. His stepsister lay naked under him, addressing him intimately. After getting their freak on, they shared an embrace, and Gia cozied up against Dominick and uttered, “I don’t like the ring you bought me. Give it to Luna, and tell her it’s a birthday gift from me.” The next day, I sat in an upscale restaurant and stared at the vacant seat across the table. Suddenly, the Underboss wheeled a massive cake toward me. “Don Costa was called away on urgent business. He sent me to deliver your birthday gift.” The box contained his stepsister’s discarded reject. My phone buzzed with new pictures from Gia. Dominick was at the hospital with Gia for a check-up. Without a fuss, I signed the divorce papers and made preparations for a wedding. “Donna Costa, whose names should I put down as the bride and groom?” “Dominick and Gia.” A week from now, I would show the world the kind of filth the supposed solemn Don had been rolling in with his stepsister.

Because of the nature of my work, I rarely had the chance to interact with people outside my job.My mother was convinced something was off with my personal life, so she arranged a marriage for me. On the wedding day, right as I was about to change and go onstage, I found my gown dumped in the trash. My fiancé's secretary shoved a bridesmaid dress at me. “I'm the bride today. You expect me to wear this?” “Quit talking. Mr. Cooper said I'm taking your place for the whole wedding.”I stood frozen for a few seconds, then pulled out my phone and called my fiancé. “Blair Cooper, are you seriously not going to give me an explanation for replacing the bride at the last minute?”He hung up before I finished. I just stood there, stunned. So this wedding doesn't need to continue.

Lena Stone boards a bus to her brother Ethan's engagement party. An elderly couple demands her seat, but she refuses due to cramps. A fight breaks out, the old man grabs the steering wheel, and the bus crashes. The old man's daughter arrives and falsely accuses Lena of being the other woman. She is, in fact, Ethan's fiancée. When the truth comes out that Lena is Ethan's sister, the wedding is called off, and regret follows.

Since John Cook is about to get married, he keeps demanding wedding gifts and expenses at astronomical figures from his parents. His mother, Ava Wood, accidentally uncovers the fact that John has been working alongside his fiancee, Leah Lloyd, in swindling all of the money from both families so that they can flee overseas right after their wedding. Enraged, Ava decides to come up with a plan and teach those ingrates a lesson they will never forget.